How could Chen Yang not understand the meaning behind Zheng Xiaoman's words? Moreover, she wasn't even trying to hide it, openly giving him a taste of his own medicine.
It had to be said that this move hit Chen Yang right where it hurt. After all, he had been the one to refuse her repeatedly.
Seeing Chen Yang's expression shift, a faint smile curled Zheng Xiaoman's lips. Her heart swelled with satisfaction. How does it feel to be on the receiving end now?
"The contract can be signed now, but the goods I just picked out won't be delivered for another three months," Zheng Xiaoman said lightly, tapping the contract on the table.
"Well, President Zheng, how about this? I'm willing to forgo the three-percent discount you offered if you can just deliver the goods sooner," Chen Yang said with an awkward smile.
"No!" Zheng Xiaoman shook her head. "I may not have many virtues, but once I make a promise, I don't go back on it."
"Sign the contract, and then you can leave!"
